I am Jack's Utter Contempt for Political Correctness

Yeah, and so it goes on.

I peeved K off by amusing myself with posting links to my blog after his own self advertising on Shoo's blog. The ensuing drama wasn't my intention, but again...am I a jerk to find that amusing as well? I find it difficult to read inflections when reading things on the net. So... in case you can't tell I was messing around, K... ;)

I have a difficult time reading people's blogs when they misspell EVERYTHING. Not difficult words, but words like "gor"...or go, rather. ;)

I love Calvin and Hobbes, but I hate the State Journal Register for reprinting the comic. Fuck them. Make some room for some new talent. Even Bill Watterson would agree that there are certain strips out there that should have been shelved years ago, but they continue to be produced in a production line fashion, or reprinted, because there are newspaper editors that lack the balls to put something new out there.

Yes, I take it personally.

I have to scan and color the new comic for the Times this evening. I need to get about 40-60 sketches prepared for the new client for a meeting tomorrow morning. I need to update my portfolio with the latest work I've been doing. I need to revise a newsletter.

I need a few more days in the week.

If I had tourettes, this is where I would start screaming "Shit! Cock! Fartknocking Cocksucker!!ASSSSSSS!!!!"

But I don't, so just disregard that last sentence.

Random Comments...

I milked a sheep the other night, but then it turned out I wasn't milking it, and it wasn't really a sheep.

I saw the face of God the other morning after I got out of the shower. Then I realized it was the face of an angel. Then I finished shaving and went about my day.

Ali shouldn't stop blogging. I mean, just when she started posting pix of her boobs?? WTF.

I should have studied how to become a billionaire when I was in college, but the course wasn't offered. Poor sucks.

I think that Sesame Street has effectively castrated the Cookie Monster by making him preach the benefits of vegetables and fruit. Let the boys be boys, and the monsters eat whatever the fuck they want. In related news, Oscar the Grouch has become displaced by the Hurricane and is seeking refuse elsewhere.

I smacked myself for that last one. Pun was for shit.